prompt; darkness
fandom; the young elites
word count; 100
The woven threads of energy hung around like silver spiderwebs in the cold, deadly darkness. They were itching to be tugged on, to be manipulated into crafty illusions. A pull here, a yank there, and it would've all perfectly fallen into place.
Adelina couldn't help but to feel giddy at the sight, weaving the arsenal in her disposal to form a greater darkness. Feeding on the fear around her felt twisted, but delightful all the same.
She was the true embodiment of darkness.
A familiarly sharp, confident, yet comforting voice rang in her ears.
"Mi Adelinetta, what have you done?"
